Quilt - Poem by Steve Crisenberry
The patchwork of a quilted life
Turn from colors dark to bright,
One for fear and one for strife,
Many tell the story of a battered life.
Colors all in array
A story told today
Of the brave patches we say,
Bravo, while the dark ones still stay.
Big, to cover a bed
Warm, for cold nights said.
How will it be used today?
This quilt, patches on display.
A patch for a vet
A patch for a song
A patch for the hero
While a patch for each life.
A symbol across the bed
Like medals on a warrior
Blows like our flag, yet
This flag worn is forever new.
From heart and color
A decoration complete
What a piece of work is this
This quilted work for humanity.
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